I felt an overwhelming giddiness in me, and I tried to fight it. My eyes stayed glued to her. Everything faded in those moments. My hands were itching to touch her, my lips were begging to kiss her, and my entire system was out of control. No one existed. Nothing mattered. I looked at her, and our
Tamia led me, and I followed her. We got to the room, and she helped me to undress. I lay flat on the bed in complete agony and felt like I would die. Knight went crazy. I heard Tamia mumble something, but I could not pay attention. The pain was blinding, and my energy was completely gone. I under
~Leo~ Max, Kyle, me, and our polo teammates arrived at the north nervous. We had no clue how to play the game, but we knew Sylvester would be playing Polo, and Kyle wanted to discuss the exchange of Linda for Rebecca. Likewise, Max, who miraculously concluded that he needed Avery and not Michelle
I stopped myself from laughing at my friends. They helped themselves to the champagne flute, realising that their reason for coming and signing up for the polo tournament was defeated, A woman was introduced as the Lady of the north, a position Tamia would soon occupy. I figured she was the wife o
I felt people looking at me, and some were laughing at me. I was the leader of the east, so I knew I would make headlines with my behaviour. It was a small price to pay to protect Tamia from the pending humiliation. It was worth it. As long as they would not witness Tamia's humiliation, it was wo
~Tamia~ Sylvester held me into the morning. I felt a strong connection between us, something that wasn't there before. He was mine, and it was confirmed this time. There was no fear or uncertainty between us. He was mine. I still could not believe that he kept his promise and made me proud. I
I was very hungry, so I ate a lot of food, and Sylvester kept adding things to my plate. He always reminded me I was eating for two, and he did not want his child to be malnourished. It was cute, really. "We are expected to cut the ribbon for the opening," Marcel said, and Sylvester smiled at him.
He had on his official suit what I had come to know as the Volkov's crest. A profile of a wolf bearing its teeth. It was beautiful. "I hear I am cutting the ribbon this year," He said, and Sylvester smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, big brother. You will also be welcoming the guests in my stead. Yo